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11.01.2011

Magic fragment (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was a wizard in a world where magic was made up of the four elements. I was fighting an evil wizard in a rooftop made of wooden planks (where you could easily fall off) and I defeated him using a power that was better than ordinary magic. Then I saw a pedophile trying to trick children into thinking he had a magic school.

Notes: Exam season has begun! Goodbye good recall

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was with my family in a dark house. There seemed to be a lot of us, more than my extended family. We were all crowded around the television
The rest of the living room was crammed with boxes.

I was in town, visiting my family. Today was my last day in town.

My mom was behind us, in the kitchen. She told me that she had just called my aunt, and that my aunt would be coming over soon. I got mad at my mom. She and my aunt always has conflicts. I wondered why my mom would invite such conflict on my last day in town. I really didn't want to see my aunt.

My mom got upset and started crying asking didn't I know she was just trying to make it so I could see everybody I loved? I now felt really bad and figured I could deal with seeing my aunt.

Dream #2

I was with a man and a woman, walking through a place that looked like the lobby of a hotel. The man and I were carrying big plates of mirrors as big as windowpanes. The T three of us were here to visit a dying woman. We headed for an elevator. The woman by insisted on carrying the mirror I held. She felt like she hadn't been c doing enough. So I let her carry it.

We went into an elevator. The woman had laid down the mirror, which was now only about knee-high. We got up to the second floor, or the mezzanine. I walked around by myself now.

I was now in a place like a library. I found a book on a table that interested me. It seemed to be written in Hebrew and had colorful art on the jacket, like an Art Nouveau version of Hans Christian Andersen.

I was a little annoyed that I couldn't read the book. From a stack of books on a balcony above me, the voice of an unseen man began calling at me. The man sounded kind of nersy and annoying. But he was yelling at me that my time was coming soon, and that I was going to die.

I was really annoyed by the guy, but I decided to ignore him. Suddenly I found a section of the book I was looking at that was written in English. Finally I could understand the book.

9.1.2011

Prince (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Blurs. Orange and dark, everything fades: out of existence, into existence. This room is my prison, and my mind, my thoughts, my will, they lay suppressed, fighting for air, life, and the ability to soar. A callous laugh rings about me; my soul is his, he says, my struggle futile. . .

I disagree.

This dream, this state, I will overcome it!

A flash.

Light greets my eyes as I rise above the strength of my captor, as I rise into lucidity.

I've been here before.

A Demon Lord smiles at me blackly, ethereal, flowing, seated on his throne, behind his servants, their detailed malevolence and dark beauty equally as vivid as the one they serve. I cannot best him, he informs me, for I am nothing.

Uninterested, walking away, through the open courtyard, I spot my betrayer, a Monkey King who had led me to this place. But for what, I wonder. He seems stricken, upset I have seen his true colors. Is that regret in his eyes?

The Lord rises from his throne, following after me, through the throng of laughing demons, all in their higher forms. Are they laughing at me? Or at the incompetence of their Prince? I can't be sure, but his taunting is starting to annoy me.

The wind blows through the short, pale, snow-dipped grass as I turn around to face this Lord, Prince, whatever he might be. He sneers, and turns his back on me. He really knows how to push my buttons.

I raise my hand, but my mind can't make contact. Is my TK useless here? No, surely that can't be, not at my level of control. I try again, this time with two hands, remembering how powerful my TK has proven itself in the past. The Demon Lord seems horribly surprised when his head jerks violently to the side. But it's not enough; he's resisting. Pouring on the pressure, another 60 degrees, but still he stands. Again and again, I throttle and wind his neck on its axis, rotating it in circle after circle, but all I earn is a disgusting look of wonderment.

I decide to take a different approach, taking to the air, and raising my arms up above my head, letting loose a primal shout. A yellow, pulsing aura bursts from my body whilst my hair, now bright and golden, spikes downward, extending into an impressive, body-length mane. Above me, a yellow, glowing orb starts to grow. I feed it my rage, imbuing the ball with a dark red energy. Swirling now, yellow and red, it grows as I scream, as the Demon Lord approaches me, licking his lips.

In moments, I've grown my attack large enough to vaporize my foe in one fell swoop. So why does he look unconcerned? Is this really all I can do? He seems to think so, but I feel like I can make things more interesting. . .

“Chidori!”

Blue electricity shoots up my arm and fuses with the ball, coating it in a spiral of jagged cerulean lightning. The Demon Lord smile fades. He asks me what I've just done, but the only answer I give is cryptic, even to me. With a cry, I bring down my arms, hurling this orb of death at my enemy, who appears to me now as Frieza. To my surprise, he simply stands there as the blast hits his plated chest. Does he really think he can absorb that?

I watch as he finally realizes what the chidori fusion was designed to do: penetrate his defenses like a knife through taught paper. But by then, it's too late; his last ditch effort to evade the technique only saves a fourth of his body. Part of that fourth, still floating in the air, looks back at me, forever set in an expression of despair and confusion.

I'm sitting in a vehicle with my best friend Kyle and two other 'friends' I don't recognize. The sky takes on an orange rust color and I have this dreadfully ominous feeling hit me out of nowhere. Something tells me by the way Kyle is driving that we're trying to get as far away from the place we've just left as possible. I turn to Kyle and tell him that we have to go back to the town; I have this feeling I'm leaving something important behind. He only snorts at me and says, 'No chance in Hell'.

Then it feels as if I've blinked and lost a lot of time because I'm no longer in my own body, but looking through the eyes of some little girl. The world around me looks bleak, desolate and vaguely cyber-punkish. A weird feeling leads me to believe the sky above me is artificial and I feel eextremely trapped where I am. There are other kids around playing in their tattered, dirty clothes in puddles of mud and as I look up as the little girl, a group of children approach me and begin teasing me, calling me a monster among other not so nice things. Eventually I get fed up and do something drastic, though I can't tell during my dream as the imagery has faded to black during that period. Moments later I am somewhere else and there is this older girl in front of me, and she looks worried. Apparently I've committed a terrible act though I haven't seen what I've done. I say, 'I'm getting out of here tonight, and never coming back to this terrible place'. She starts stammering in fear, saying, 'They're going to find you. You'd better hurry up and go.' I don't give her much time to say anything else as I start sliding down this massive dirt hill that apparently is a border to the nameless, barren town. Only moments after making it down the hillside, an alarm sounds so I know the hunt for me is on. Conveniently, a hole big enough for me to squeeze into is situated at the base of the hill. Crawling through the hole, I almost fall into this massive open, underground area that looks somewhat like an obstacle course, only carved out of dirt and rock. The only way in is to climb down various foot holds and ledges, to jump, dive and roll my way to the bottom; and the only way out of the same room is by way of scaling walls and free-running to another hole that leads to another level. I manage to do this with surprising efficiency. The next room is more of the same, yet the obstacles are a little more dangerous and elaborate. I can also hear people making a bit of noise; fear grips me as I assume they are the people who want to chase me. i start hauling my butt through room, barely making it out as my pursuers enter. Standing up, I'm in a completely different place. It looks like the bathroom of some corporate building. Looking around I find that I happen to be in a sky-scraper in some unfamiliar city. Suddenly, someone is coming into the bathroom, so I scramble forcover and end up just making it into a stall where I stand on top of the toilet. As this person is walking leisurely through the restroom, I'm holding my breath and praying the stranger doesn't realize I'm there. It seems I might get my wish, but the stall is flung open and a chubby teenage girl snatches me out f the stall and puts a gun to my head. Of course I'm terrified, but after looking at me the girl says urgently, 'We've got to get you to Faye, before they find you.' I folow the girl into the building and find a ragtag group of people frm various races, classes, ages and sizes. An Asian woman with long, jet black hair looks at me and tells me that she's the head of the organization that is going to stop the men after me. I ask her what she's doing here and she says to 'start a war'. Faye explains that the place I came from is not 'real' and that I had been living trapped in a secluded colony that insisted there was no outside world. Apparently, this colony also farmed psychic mutants and that I happened to be one of them. She then goes on to say that the people in her group all have some kind of ability and come from underground places similar to the one I escaped from. And then all Hades breaks looks as a helicopter hovers before the huge glass window at the end of the hall we are all occupying and starts shooting. One of Faye's men by the window is hurling waves of electricity at the chopper but gets gunned down. The girl that found me in the stall has conjured up this massive gatling gun that hovers above her head and starts firing the gun (with her mind I guess). Everything is chaos and I duck for cover in a doorway. Faye is standing in the hail of bullets but nothing seems to be fazing her. All of a sudden everyone in the hallway begins gasping for air, aside from me. I don't understand what's going on, but then I watch everyone, even Faye start to burn away into ash. A man (the guy who played Uncle Phil in 'The Fresh Prince', no joke) appears before me and says that 'I've finally found you, naughty little prototype'. I ask what happened to the vigilantes. He says, 'I had Jacob alter the oxygen particles; with no oxygen, it was easy for Lucas to finish the job by combusting them'. Terrified, naturally, I run towards the window intent on jumping out and see these huge mecha battling the helicopters outside. I take my chances and throw myself out the window only to land in the palm of one of the mechas. From inside the suit a man says he's part of Faye's team...
...and then I wake up. I just had to share this because it seemed too elaborate and too much like it was a movie, which is definitely not the normal type of dream for me. Sorry that it was long, btw.

Okay this dream was pretty painful to me you see i was seeing this girl wich dropped all contact without a proper reason... And this dream even only a fragment was about te two of us and we seemed happy.. After that i woke up because of my radio with the song grenade from bruno mars..

From this point on I will do my best to tag/catalog my dream signs and note anything that "stands out" in the dream at the end of the post.

[/Note to self]

Non-lucid Lucid Side Notes

Linda and I are sitting on a bed in a bedroom with a lot of antiques and lace doilies. She gives me a present and I open it up. It is a wooden carving of Snoopy that has a small, latched door on its underbelly. I open up this door and I find a red Jolly Rancher and a blue Jolly Rancher. She asks if I like it and I tell her I love it. Then we both fall asleep on this bed. Next thing I know, we are in a bedroom my home in Wisconsin and I somehow think that I am having a shared “dream within a dream”. I see something strange and I decide to do the hand reality check. I look at my hand, and it is deep red with a sixth finger growing and receding between my thumb and my first finger. I stare at it for a long time, and see that the tips of my fingers even become detached from the rest of my hand. I become lucid, but I think that I am in a “dream within a dream”, when really it is just a scene change from the falling asleep scene. I say something to Linda about how we are in a dream, and see says things that I can’t recall. I remember that she is acting exactly like herself in real life and saying very smart things, so I think that I may be sharing a dream with her. I remember my dream goal to play something awesome on a guitar, so I imagine an acoustic guitar and then see it leaning against the wall next to the bed. I pick up the acoustic guitar and try to play something impressive, but for some reason I can only play simple chords like C major and A minor. The sound of the acoustic is very crisp and warm. I convince myself that I’ll be able to play something that I wouldn’t be able to play in real life, but unfortunately I am unable to play anything more than chords. I leave this guitar, disappointed. Linda and I walk outside to the front lawn of my Wisconsin home. It is a warm and sunny day. I tell her that she should go flying with me and we take off into the air. We fly at a decent speed for a little bit, but then stop in mid air. We float in the air, unable to move. I see some neighbors having a meal on a porch nearby and try to fly by imagining myself flying over to that porch, but this doesn’t work. I flap my arms like a bird but this doesn’t work either. I become frustrated and wake up.

I was in a store, I needed to go to golf. This lady stopped me. My id was a piece of blue construction paper, poorly cut, with two pictures. one I was in 2nd grade with spikey hair. One was a young me with short hair. I was driving to golf, I remember an intersection. I was at a golf course. It was really green.

I was at the beach again. The waves were massive and i was body surfing. instead of being horizontal i was vertical , like running on the wave. My friends were there too

This day I dream about me and a friend walking home a summer day. We met a guy called mark that has a killer throwing arm. We met and said hi and when he turned around I threw a orange at him but I didn't throw it in a straight line I threw in like a arch. He immedaitly turned around and threw back a clementine and then I started to run haha. The scene after that where like 10 mirrors in a row. Then I can't remember anything more.

In some bleachers spectating a game of some sort it was night and the sky was completely black not a cloud in sight nor star, Ni.da H came over and sat on my lap then she was F**king around with me and moving around saying "you like that?" I then saw the scene change sort of to a house party (done by parents though so). I went to the food table because NH decided to go talk to some people she saw. The table was round and had a large cloth and food on it. I only remember like giant jumbo shrimp in a metal bowl with ice cramped in it, I took one and took a bite, but didnt like it. I asked someone if they wanted it.

january 11: n/a (stress?)

Last night I dreamed my mom was braiding my hair in the "big bathroom" of the house (meaning a sink, a toilet and a shower/bathtub combo) and I somehow knocked my little elastic (elastics that go on the tail, of the braid/ponytail rather than the big ones that go at the top of the braid/ponytail) container over. Somehow the lid of this container was loose and all the elastics fall out and a yellow one fell into the sink, right on the drain underneath a "stop". Every time I tried to get the yellow elastic, the stop would come down on top of it and water would come from the tap. It happened so often in my dream that the elastic went "bye,bye" down the drain.

Clone Ambush
Walking along the street downtown, I spot my girlfriend (at the time) standing at the edge of the street curb a half a block away from me. She waited for the signal to change so she could cross the street. She stood with another man, hand in hand, and both of them had their backs turned to me. Their tone got sexual and I became infuriated. I ran toward them and attacked the guy with my girlfriend. I whipped him good and beat him to within an inch of his life, all the while screaming at my ex-girlfriend. The heap of a man turned over to reveal that it was me. I had beat up my own self. Upset, confused, and furious I stormed off.

I woke up seven times and I only remember one dream and two fragments.

Pool Party (frag)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I was in one of my friends backyards, and we all have bathing suits on. There is music playing on in the background. I walked out through the side gate into their front yard.

Draw Slasher, Rabies Edition (frag)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I was playing around with my iPod in my bedroom. I was playing a modified version of Draw Slasher, a game where you are a ninja trying to kill zombie monkies. But instead of killing zombie monkies, they were rabid sheeps and goats.

At Gunpoint
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I walked into my garage to grab a cola, and a mailman was searching for something under the car. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Uh.. I lost something." "Well, it looked like you were trying to stea-" The man pulls out a gun. "Oh shit, uh sorry, you can go on." I knew my dad had a shotgun or old broken bottle in his cabinet. I opened it up and the man saw me opening the cabinet and knew I was looking for a weapon. So he walked over and pointed a gun to me again. I said, "Jeez, I'm just getting my dad a finger of scotch." He walked away. I found an old broken beer bottle and pulled it out, but when I turned around my dad grabbed me and started screaming at me. I broke free from the hold, punched my dad and ran into the house.

Missed Dream Signs:
1. I didn't know when did I end up here or whose backyard this was.
2. I was playing a modded game that didn't exist.
3. A mailman was searching the garage under a car.
The cars were actuall parked in the garage, which is usually used for storage.
The mailman had a gun.
My dad hides his weapons, I wouldn't know where they were.
My dad would never try to hurt me and I'd never try to hurt him.